Deep Fried Mars Bar followup

This Friday at 3PM at the deleted Cafeteria a team building exercise of colossal proportions will occur.  We will challenge our digestions, our pancreatic capacities, and our ability to keep a straight face when our coworkers are covered in smears of grease and chocolate. 

Mmmm.  Chocolately grease. 

Will you eat yours with dignity, will you wolf it down, will you pause between bites?  Will you allow yourself to be filmed eating the world famed comestible?

Chris, our esteemed chef, has agreed to do it but he has not calculated costs yet.  Fifteen people confirmed their willingness to pony up…. Will you join the contingent?

From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember’d; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that eats his deep fried Mars Bar with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And folks in Kitsilano now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That ate with us upon Saint Crispin’s day!

With apologies to Will Shakespeare.  St Crispin’s day is actually October 25th, but who’s counting. 

Allegra

PS there’s only one deep fryer so no side of fries.

Stiff.sore.happy

So I did work out at Curves down the hill last night, combining it with a quick car booking, a brief and powerful shop, and a sojourn with Kopper.  Some of the machines extended the digitus impudicus at my back, but mostly I worked out and mostly I feel okay this morning. I took 6 methocarbamols yesterday, resulting in my almost complete silence at work… yay! but I think today I will get by on maybe three and maybe tomorrow none. I am maybe not as injured as I feared.
Tonight, Zombies.  Brrrrains.